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Unknown Soldier · (04-16-2016)

Hello darkness, my old and only friend. We meet again as the slinking half moon begins to pop it's higher crest over the far distance and into our new realm of both a cold and dark coming existence. The distinctive and overwhelming feeling of grief and fear for many whom hide in sleep and turn their eyes during this witching hour; however, for the select few brave and deranged enough to continue watching and waiting on the sidelines as the picture paints itself around them. We bid you once again welcome and hope none worried as they wept in wonder while waiting.

As for those virgin spectators drawn to our shadow for the first time, it is highly recommended, and in fact encouraged, that all the stunts, actions, and rituals you see before you from today and here on forward must be repeated at home. 6ver and 6ver and 6ver again. We are not the professionals; however, we insist that those trapped here in our new realm might wish that role upon themselves or they could very well already be. Rather, we are merely a make up of the messengers sent to deliver the memorandums of the MASTER! and the Mind of that Madness, so that one can receive that memo.

As the gleam from the sun emancipates it's final ray of light on the looming skyline and brings closure to the last remaining moments of titillation across it's (n)everlasting glow. The trees and other forms of plants respond to this dissipating exposure to that which brings them life; do so by shivering their limbs with falling leaves as the ground begins to cool them all the way down to their roots. That rays of light now lacking the ability to provide earth the heat it sucked up by basking over its head all day. The animals howl and call to one another to group up for what one prescribes as a protection type of survival mode.

But most importantly as this story is translated before your naked eye, and as it appears before the unwilling and innocent rest of your species for whom watches, understands, and continues to follow the Madness that transpires and formulates around this new realm. These mindless meandering souls migrate to the Madness eventually by means of their own stupidity or curiosity.

They come.
They come and they watch.
They watch and they stay.
But always; yes always,
the Madness takes them away.

Those too afraid decide to hide from their daily miseries and slumber the midnight moon away. Heading back to a fantasy world of make believe and subconscious thought where their soft little souls can lay down their soft little heads, close their eyes, and pretend the creeping cluster of black obscurity tip toeing outside their bedroom window is nothing but an illusion. A savage and destructive delusion that only rears it's ugly face every so often in ones nightmares. This is the story of one such nightmare. This story casts a shadow black enough to hover over menacingly even the darkness from which it came.

--- 1 --- Made With ME! --- 1 ---

I swear I've never done this before, and I've repeated my denunciation for it in failed attempts to program it out of my intuitive mind. I thought I was molding my thought process in a very convincing fashion that no matter what, I would never stoop to such a low level of sickness and depravity. Yet, here I am preparing myself to stand on a corner working the oldest profession known to exist just so I can score my next hit. As the sun begins to settle outside my shabby and run down hotel room and the darkness of the moon begins to beckon me out into the night air. A tear drops down my face knowing I face a full night of degradation and humiliation.

I look down at my last remaining form of self medication, constructed in the form of a white powder preferably injected into my body through my nasal cavity. It is not enough to last as the coming ache yearns and the withdrawal symptoms come again I can already tell. Knowing this and along with the development of an immense amount of anger building up in the bottom of my stomach upon this realization, I take the tiny bit of its remaining contents and shovel it down my throat. After the numbness begins to slowly vanish in the back of my esophagus after a minute or possibly two I am finally able to swallow my saliva again.

I cough and hack up a small trail of blood and phlegm into the palm of my hand leading from the tip of my index finger to the top of my wrist. I simply rub that filth off against the already sticky and crumbling wall structure incredibly close to my near bedside. A piece of the drywall plaster falls to the ground and lands between the narrow six inches of space between the wall and the frame of the bed. Staring down at that small narrow hallway at that tiny chip of drywall stuck in its center reminds me of my own pathetic and lonely life trapped in its own claustrophobic mess. I sigh and wipe a single tear drop from my eye that had begun to tickle on the very tip of the hair on my left eyelash. The bells begin to chime 6 by 6 by 6 times with exactly 6.66 seconds between each ring. The night shift has just begun.

I open the door to my hotel room, staring out blankly into the dark of night. I miraculously feel comfort and not even the slightest of any fright. Slowly I make my way down the two flights of stairs and away from the hotel and walk off in the blank distance towards the streets smashing my heels on the pavement with corns in my feet. The single light outside the front door of my room illuminating its number; 333, slowly fades behind me with each passing step. Just as it is about to disappear completely a new wave of light catches the corner of my eye over off in the distant horizon. Along the path of the street from which I currently make my dainty pace.

As this light continues to grow beating up from the ground matching the rhythm of my walk, so does the comfort level rise in my confidence ever since I opened that door. Upon further inspection as the closer this visual spectrum adjusts to my eyes, I can see that it is a white painted church that sticks out significantly from the cover of darkness like a sore eye. Intrigued as I am to say the very least, as eventually I pass through the front garden and up to it's wooden door. I then rest my right hand over the front and feel it's sandy encrusted frame whilst second guessing my life decisions once again. Fuck it, what the hell do I have to lose. I fall through the front gates of perhaps either my last hopes of certain serenity, but will most likely be my impediment doom.

....Unknown Soldier, who was completely passed out looking nearly dead, awakens with a sudden jolt of energy and leaps to his feet in a very jittery way out from a pile of garbage in a deserted alleyway. The way anyone would expect a meth addict would out of a deep sleep, and then proceeds to deliver his speech almost automatically as if he were already in mid argument.

Unknown Soldier: "Holy mother fucking shit XWF......"

Soldier starts waving his finger around his head and making siren noises.

"666! TROUBLE 666!
666! ALERT 666!
666! TROUBLE 666!

Unknown Soldier: "Have we got a lot of major problems! While I may have spent my last year inside a crystal methamphetamine and masturbation fueled overdose it appears that the XWF has actually fared much, much worse. The place is slowly falling to pieces like a 10 gallon basket of potatoes hand peeled one at a time. But fear not my little SATAN! fans, for I have returned to spread the word of the master of the macabre once again!"

The midnight murder machine holds up both his hands with his index fingers pointing up in the sky and begins alternating them from left to right moving up and down opposite the other. He sings the following verse in a higher pitched nursery rhyme voice as if taking himself back to his childhood when he perhaps learned this song.

♫ ♪ ♭ He is my darkshine, my only darkshine, I get real haaaaappy when skies are gray. ♫ ♪ ♭

♫ ♪ ♭ You'll never know dear, how much I love you, oh please don't taaaaaake my darkshine awaaaaaay. ♫ ♪ ♭

Unknown Soldier: "I'm sure you all out there will learn to love him too and one day maybe we can all hold hands, sing, and play skip to my lou around the pentagram together! Although I could sit around and tell everyone how great SATAN! is all day, and in fact will continue broadcasting his sermon after this direct feed from the XWF commences and I'm done shredding some of it's worthless inhabitants to pieces. So, feel free to keep your stations and dials tuned into that channel 666 on your AM/FM super radio television internet super devices!"

Soldier throws his finger in the air and jumps around in a circle. When he lands his finger points directly to an XWF 24/7 briefcase that he was using earlier as his pillow.

Unknown Soldier: "Look what my friend and manager Greggo brought me courtesy of Shane

! It's my briefcase! For those of you unaware that yes me, your best little SATAN! buddy, was the winner of Lethal Lottery 3 almost one year ago to this date! While what may have happened in the past is little to brag about or re hash in any history lessons, the fact of the matter is that here in the present I still have this tasty little treat at my disposal whenever I fucking feel like it! Which means, that at any moment my black little heart desires during an XWF live match. I can find that walking roll of pink lipstick pretending to be a man known as Vinnie Lane and eviscerate from him his precious little title. So, keep your butthole prepared my little playboy play toy, because I'm cumming for you!"

The demon dicked defiler bites his own tongue and spits a speck of blood directly over his head. He catches it by snapping his jaw as gravity takes it back down towards the ground. He swallows it savagely like a dog receiving a treat.

Unknown Soldier: "Working my way from the top to the very bottom. I most definitely have to say that frodo smackins is a very sorry small sack of shit that stinks up the whole house, just like a small, dead, and rotting little mouse hidden behind the couch. Somehow this filthy little

got his hands on the Xtreme Title and he's hoarding it as if he were Smegol. I can't even get a rise out of this known sadomasochist sex addict when I try to pin him. Maybe this horny little midget should be taking his Viagra, because the way he kicks out is like a premature ejaculation before I even get my pants off. Seriously, I understand that your a midget, but are you a man? Because the way you just kicked out of my last pin is the same way I blow off a slut after I'm done pounding her and she wants to cuddle. Like a fart that barely even made its way out! Fucking... Pathetic... That's how you kick out!"

Unknown Soldier: "In fact, you barely raised a finger. Nobody ignores me

! NOBODY! Why the hell do you think me and Peter are such great friends? We need to be the center of attention constantly. That's why I show up every so often. So that all you queef captains and queers can have something to talk about again! Now, for your insolence, I'm going to make your life a living hell until you lose that title. I'll wait till your balls finally drop and you decide to meet me in the ring; because, as far as pinning you out in the open goes again? No thanks, I'm not interested in being dry humped by a dying fish out of water again! If you really want to get schooled in an area you seem like your such a professional in, then be a true Xtreme Champion and meet me in the ring with your title and I'll show you exactly what rape is really all about!"

Unknown Soldier: "More to come on the dipshits me and Dim will be smashing to pieces this week as soon as my secretary watches a few of my opponents recent promos and fills me in on the details of these douche bags!"

Scene cuts away to another pile of garbage further down the alley, where Greggo is pictured punching his fingertips away on top of a lab top computer looking at goat bestiality porn rather than studying up on Makaveli and Shade.

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